Текст песни Kerouac

Kerouac, yeah, Kerouac
His words, the words, so many words just
All brothers of the same horn
Sisters of the saxophone

Notes, music, words, a melody
A quote, a figure eight, a figure
If you listen close to the drummer
It's like a mirror and you're invisible

Like you're in a back seat
No handles on the doors
Just a beautiful driver up front
She knows where she's going

Kerouac, the observation machine
Caressing the most passing of scenes
With photographic love
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Vulnerable as anyone knew
His memories pull shades up and down
Doors are not done, telegrams arrive
Every morning, something extra [Incomprehensible]

Remembering everything
Like a snatch of melody
A drumbeat remembering, mythologizing
So fast, all the time moving

The words, the words are drumsticks
Pounding out drum beats
Like a monk, like a monk, melody
With mistakes, yeah, mistakes and sudden inspirations

Edges, corners, explosions, convections
All fast through a slow motion landscape
Yeah, fast through a slow motion landscape